Autumn

Leaves floating in the autumn breeze

destined for their resting bed

setting the thicket alight

with fifty shades of gold

gradually turning to ash.

Abandoned trees silent

roots deep in the Earth

secure in their own being

awaiting the return

of the Divine Sun.

Friendly squirrels

I’m staying at my mother’s house for a few days. She lives near a wooded area and welcomes many squirrels into her garden with treats to tide them over the winter months. They are friendly and don’t mind being watched through the glass door- even my mother’s cat watches them- but they will jump onto the fence if approached.